Brian looked back at the bathroom and was overcome by the desire to return. But he wasn't the type to skip
class.
As he stepped further and further away from the bathroom his desire to return increased more and more.
That quick retreat from the bathroom made for an equally speedy return to the bathroom where he saw Todd,
Bertram and Carl. These wana be goths were over in the corner a cloud of smoke rising from the three.
Woa! Dude. What ya doing here?
I ... Well ... I don't know.
Brian was confused but he took step after step closer to the group.
Wanna hit? Carl said handing him a fag.
Now Brian had never smoked in his life but as he took the joint from him he sucked on it like he had been
doing it for years.
Hey Hey leave some for the rest of us.
We were about to finish the joint went Mr. Martin came in the door.
What are you boys up to?
Having swallowed the rest of the joint I stood up and said nothing just talking. Damn that wasn't a big burn
but it did seem to take awhile to go out even down my throat.
You smell like pot! Mr. Martin said.
Naw it's just these clothes. The shirt I had was stained and I came in here to change.
Mr. Martin looked at the shirt I was wearing and said isn't that reprobate Samson's old shirt?
I don't know I got it out of the lost and found.
Well I guess I could be smelling it from that he was the biggest stoner in the 70's. I don't know why we even
have that shirt still in lost and found.
Well it will work.
Ok boys off to class.
Now the day was a blur. Brian didn't know how he got from class to class or if he was even in the right class
but he met up with the rest of the bathroom boys and headed over to Bertram's house. There we lodged ourselves
firmly in the basement smoking more pot and playing video games. It was no wonder Bertram was showing signs of
love handles. He seem to sit and play games all the time and Brian didn't know how but his mom seemed to
ignore his usage and kept his basement apartment well stocked. Carl, although was a skinny guy. Not an ounce
of muscle. And Todd seemed to be somewhat muscled jockish type although Brian had never seen him on any
sporting team. It must be genetics.
When Brian got home his mom was so pissed and she knew something was wrong with him. His dad was out of town
and she couldn't handle him so even though she grounded him, he blew her off and made a pizza. It was late and
she told him to go to bed but he said he was hungry and soon was stuffing his face.
The next day Brian woke sprawled out on his bed. he was already late for school and he was laying in that old
jersey. He didn't have time to shower and change so he headed off and it was a repeat of the previous day.
By the end of the week he had earned a suspension and it was a week off of school that had very deleterious
effects on him. He sat and played video games. Smoked pot and ate junk food. He was quickly becoming a twin to
Bertram. But more to the point he was becoming something completely unlike himself. That former good boy was
becoming one of the biggest stoner, goth wanna be. His mom could do nothing to stop the changes she saw in him
and his father wasn't around long enough to do anything but beat him a few times. This just seemed to increase
his desire to continue.
By the time it came to Christmas hr had been expelled and was hanging out at night clubs. He smoked his pot
and drank his mixed drinks. And the added calories rounded him out but then he looked like half of the cast of
characters that frequented the clubs. They were a bunch of stoners living in their parents basement and
working at the McDonalds. And Brian was quickly heading in that direction. But his family had money and he
kept them feeling guilty and giving in to him.
The overcoat he wore hid his new found girth as well as his stash. But underneath all that black was a
football jersey that he hadn't taken off since that day he went to the lost and found because of his jelly
stained shirt.